To celebrate the Beatles coming to America 47 years ago (and Valentine's Day), I baked these:

What you can't see in this picture are the outcast-cupcakes with frosting smeared on their little bald heads like comb-overs, 'cause I got tired of filling the little decorative bottle with an opening the size of a quarter. How do you neatly fit gobs of frosting in there without getting it all over your hands, clothes, and counter? You don't. Which leads to a lot of unofficial frosting-licking.